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Chuck, are you alright
Let's go
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
I told that girl to pack her bags yeah Topkid he booked yo flight
I can fly you out to London I can fly you out all night
I'm inna back of the Maybach sipping drank babygirl this not no Sprite
Wishing things had woulda went different babygirl we call it life
Yeah I'm thuggin with my brothers yeah we thuggin day and night
No that girl is not mistress no that girl is not my wife
Ohhh we been thuggin for so long girl we gotta stay and fight
Through our ups and fuckin' downs babygirl can't lose my life
I can't lose my high sorry lil shawty I fucked up twice
I'm sorry that I made you cry I'm sorry that I made you mine
We was supposed to be Bonnie & Clyde
I let you in my number nine
I love how it stays stuck in my mind
I hate this fuckin soul ties
I fuck that bitch so good her eyes roll back now she got fried
I'm not chasin hoes I want money
Forever scorin score dunkin' on shit I got bunnies
Wipe slimey nosey running sipping on lean it hurt my tummy
When she suck me up feel like gummy
Balencie jeans got me lookin' bummy
Archive fashion shit I'm goin' so stupid
Bitch, I'm goin' dummy
Bitch, I'm a ninja mask up with that drac
But slime, I'm never clumsy
Balancie striker boots up on my feet it got me lookin stuffy
Told my brothers drugs are bad being insiprational like that boy lucki
Niggas be kissin' hoes I know they be mad they bih givin' me sucky sucky
Niggas be soft as fuck tryin' to jump in that water get fried hush puppies
Man these niggas be bubble guppies I touchdown smack a nigga like its rugby
Hit em with a 49 like wtfucky these dior wax shoutout plucky
Ohhh I told that girl to pack her bags yeah Topkid he booked yo flight
I can fly you out to London I can fly you out all night
I'm inna back of the Maybach sipping drank babygirl this not no Sprite
Wishing things had woulda went different babygirl we call it life